Does your cousin still talk to you after that gift? Probably not since you ruined his whole self-image of being a garage master with basic tools. I went back and recut one old book project and it was like comparing a toddler's drawing to a pro print job.

Oh, those are actually called alligator clips (since they have teeth like an alligator), not duckbill clips (which are flat and smooth).

The worst part is nobody mentions how those cheap rollers actually shed microplastics into your paint too. I tested one under running water once and it looked like a glitter bomb went off.

Midnight on I-95 is a pain, I get it. But having your alternator die there isn't exactly life or death. It's inconvenient, sure. You either call a tow truck or have a buddy come jump you. It's not like you were stranded in the desert with no cell service. Was it the original alternator? If so, it gave you years of service. After work, just swap it out for a new one and move on. People act like a car problem on a highway at night is a crisis, but it's really just a Tuesday that turned into a Wednesday.

Scary when stuff snaps like that, glad you're okay.